A Monster’s Statement

	Who I am, how I came to be, the crimes I have committed all stem to Victor Frankenstein. I have no name no identity, theses hands belong not to this body, these legs are borrowed belongings to men long past. Men who did not wish this fate upon their limbs. Did not wish to be a part of this creation. Men don’t wish it and I do not wish it. “Did I request thee maker, from my clay to mold me man? Did I solicit thee, from darkness to promote me?”
	Now I do not wish to be here, not here as in this court room, but here as in on this earth. An earth where “Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded.” How is it that a man can bring life into this world, whether it be born from love or science, and then abandon that life. Because that is what Victor Frankenstein did to me.
“Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with perceptions and passions and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind.”  You mourn the death of William, Justine, Henry, and Elizabeth, the ending of a life, yet you abandon life when you create it? “No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing.” I was lost in this world, with no hand to guide me through. That hand should have been yours, but no, you became consumed with your fear and abandoned the life you created. 
	You may blame the deaths of William, Justine, Henry, and Elizabeth on me, but they are as much my fault as yours. Until my encounter with William I did not understand the fine boundaries between life and death. I walked this country and learned language, I was mean and women love, I observed compassion, but never did I witness death. That knowledge was absent in me. All I seeked was a child’s compassion, instead I received fearful shrieks, desperate to quiet him I placed a hand around his throat -- it was then I learned of death.
	There seems to be a primal instinct in all of us - or else we would not be in this courtroom today. Instinct tells us to look out for ourselves -- others later. That is why Frankenstein is on trial, instead of accepting his punishment. I hid the locket in Justine’s pockets for self preservation. It was instinct, rid myself of the evidence. Even then I did not know the consequences of my actions but that is because I lacked the education. Education- Morals- that should have been taught to me by my absent father. Therefore Frankenstein -- Justine’s blood, stains my hands as much as it stains yours.  
	“But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection 
are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy ?“ Frankenstein had the option to stop the violence, he had the chance to finally provide to his monster son -- yet he rejects my wishes. All I wanted was another, some one to show me the love this would has denied me. Imagine seeing your one chance at love, compassion, companionship, and family torn apart in front on your eyes. 
	The death of Cleval and Elizabeth: my one pure act of revenge, my one pure act for justice. “I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator. But where was mine?” Adam received an Even, what about me? Onto the ark, the animals had a partner, yet I have none. The plurging of emotions, the love of another-- I will always be alone in this world. “Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.” 
	“I will revenge my injuries; if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my archenemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred.”

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